how dreams change?

at five,

what do i dream of?

being a doctor?

or a lawyer?

or a teacher?

i do not even remember.

but i know i dream of something.

anyways, that is what

parents and elders

would always ask little children.

but after the worst incident happen,

my father died when i was ten.

something that a little boy or a child

does not dream of.

a lot of things have changed.

i simply dream of surviving

without him.

conquering the fear of living without him.

the what if's and but's

of living just with your mother

and seven other siblings...

then, come in high school at thirteen.

i learned that i can do it by myself.

yes! i am young but i learned it.

work after school 

to have the wants that my mother cannot afford
to give me,

having eight children.

so the dream changed to

i want to be rich.

what do i have to do to be rich.

school, work and dream.

after high school came college,

sudden change of dream.

success does not mean money anymore.

i just want to be known for whatever.

joined glee club in school

dancing which became a passion.

you bet! not any single occasion

that i will not be on stage performing.

and dreams changed from one thing

to another...
on and on and on...

and now,

at forty-two.
on the other side of the planet
where i am originally from...

i have one simple dream
the dream of everyone,
of being with someone

who would love me

with no if's and but's.

eat good food not necessarily expensive.

have a humble comfy home,

not necessarily huge and grand.

and have fun every single minute

with my family and myself.

dreams! oh dreams!

a thing that keep me going...

posted for Bluebell